| Drunk all the whiskey | |
| But I still can't get no rest | |
| Brain trapped on a roller coaster | |
| Got a pain in my chest | |
| Cold water on my eyeballs | |
| Send a shiver up my spine | |
| Hit the street in the wee, wee hours | |
| This is the night hunting time | |
| Don't know what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| Don't know what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| Got to get my senses clear | |
| Stumble in off the footpath | |
| Heard the sounds from below | |
| Get accustomed to the darkness | |
| Got to take it real slow | |
| Sweat streamin' down my cheekbones | |
| Smoke stingin' my eyes | |
| Walls drippin' like the jungle | |
| But this ain't no paradise | |
| Don't know what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| Don't know what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| Got to get my senses clear | |
| Stumble up to the counter | |
| Catch the tension in the air | |
| Black Sabbath drive a young boy crazy | |
| This ain't no frivolous affair | |
| Young girl sipping | |
| PernodBudy hunger in her glance | |
| No stoppin' when it comes to doin' | |
| The Heavy | |
| Metal Romance | |
| Don't know what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| Don't know what | |
| I'm doing here | |
| Got to get my senses clear |